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King's smile received a small one in return, and then Poke was looking at the boil whom had just entered, obviously not impressed with the selection of music. The wolfos though didn't seem to get the reference.

"Sup" She said to them both since they had gone off-line, then glancing to Enzo as he asked her some questions. Including a stage name. Taking the seat King offered her with a nod, she made herself comfortable before speaking.

"I'm loud, proud, and ready to show the school the definition of Hard rock n roll." She said, folding her arms with a smirk. "I'll go by the stage name Sharkbait, and my music will be the kind that gets you all worked up and wanting to act! There will be no pop from me, just the electric guitar and pounding drums! I'll also throw my opinion in on school matters when they pop up," She added at the end.

Enzo's attention went back to the purple-haired punk, and blinked in surprise. For a moment, he wondered if he was being mocked. "Whaddya know from Blues, kid? Face so full of metal and zippers you'd think there'd be too much rage t'let them blues come out. Nah, nah, you both got Rock," he wove a hand dismissively, debated a fresh cigar but decided against it.

"Sharkbait. I like that one. Gets laughs. Laughs is always berries. And you, Mr. Zipper-head wit' the flappin' gums, what you callin' yourself?"

Herryk rolled his eyes, four times as unimpressed as Roch's double unimpressed.

That's like.

Eight times as unimpressed or something.

Roch snorted. "Ah, so you only accept one trick ponies, alright. Just spread the word on the battle, and I'm good," he said, yawning loudly before looking at JD one more time. "You should fit in just fine here," he drawled before walking out of the room.

He didn't have time for this "classification" s**t, he thought. He had work to do. And maybe some sleep to get.

Enzo snorted as the older student didn't seem to have any defense. "Some people can't take criticism. But that's why you make the big bucks, eh, guy?" He had almost forgotten the rest of the room filled with prospective employees. "There's a difference b'tween 'one-trick-ponies' and havin' a marketable identity. He'll be back when he finds himself." He wove a hand dismissively.

Finally he tore away from his glee at having a honest-to-goodness celebrity in the AV room.

"The lot of you! It don't matter who you are ]normally. On the air, you are your persona. You jive? Your Disk-monkey name aughta' be a reflection of that persona. Name says a lot about you, it catches the listeners, and what your peddlin' aughta' draw them in. Before I let any of you on the air, I wanna know more about you. Like you, big guy. What's your name and what's your handle?" He finally caught sight of the massive hulk of meat in the tiny suit.

Security detail, he figured. Could be very useful.

"Herryk's name is Herryk," the draugr intoned very, very seriously, a frown drawing his brows together. He looked relatively unkempt, bedraggled. A semi-beard coated his cheeks and jaw and his hair was a downright mess.

But there were pressing issues at hand.

"Herryk has concerns that need to be brought to light." He lowered his voice. "These horsemen, Herryk does not trust them at all. In fact," he lowered his voice even more, "Herryk thinks they are less trustworthy than the hunters."

The draugr started rifling through his folder, muttering to himself as he searched for - ah, there it was.

"These visions - these trances? Herryk has been through one. It was too believable. And suddenly there is a magical place beneath the school? And this Medea, she made everyone into minipets - what's next?" He frowned. "How is one being so powerful? Someone needs to talk about these things," Herryk mumbled, looking distraught.

Finished with his diatribe, Herryk fell silent, scratching his cheek in annoyance.

The white noise of dead air was as close to the steady fall of rain as Taima had found so far away from home. It was soothing; it kept her grounded, kept her relaxed enough to focus and quieted the ever-present urge to be up and out. She tended to listen to it when she was doing schoolwork, and today was no different--until the radio started making actual noise. It drew her attention away from the paper she was writing in mid-sentence, her pen between one word and the next as she listened to the invitation to be on the radio.

Taima was well and truly distracted now; she was halfway out the door before her pen, abandoned, hit the desk. She quickly made her way to the AV room, only getting lost a few times before she found it. Success! "Am I too late?" Taima asked as she went in.